Evening Conversation

Tonight after dinner I went out to weed in my vegetable garden. I've got Austin and Matthew here while Audrey is cleaning and packing up her place, getting ready for their move. They came out with me to help/wreak havoc. I banished the boys to the other part of the yard to play with the balls or on the hammock because they were beginning to pull out the small amount of legitimate vegetation I have growing.

From around the corner I hear Austin begin to wail. Then I hear the following:

Matthew: Austin, I sorry! Austin, stop crying!

Austin: I caaaan't stop! (imagine great fake sobs). I huuuuuurt!

Matthew: Austin, I sorry! Austin, stop crying! Austin, don't tell G'ma!

Me: Austin, come here and bring me the stick (which I knew without anyone telling me was the problem).

Austin: G'ma, Matthew hit me with the stick.

Me: Bring me the stick.

Austin: Matthew! G'ma wants the stick.

Matthew: Don't tell G'ma!

Austin is now beside me. Matthew comes around the corner within about 15 feet of me and Austin.

Matthew: Don't tell G'ma!

Me: Matthew, bring me the stick.

Matthew: (looking at me like I'm not supposed to be able to hear him) I not talking to you G'ma. (looking now directly at Austin as if I'm not right there) Austin, don't tell G'ma!

I got the stick, and within about two minutes all was back to normal. Not calm, but back to normal.